Our life spans are so short, there’s not much time to end up in a history book. World-conquering dictators and men consumed by evil are remembered. And those who live with great love, healing the darkness, such as Martin Luther King, Jr., Mohandas Gandhi and Mother Teresa, are also written into the official records of humanity’s deeds. Even they, however, will be forgotten as the last grain of sand in the giant hourglass in the sky slips from the top bulb and through the narrow tube, marking the end of one age and the beginning of another.
Have you ever wondered why our life spans are so short? Young people don’t realize how brief life is—they’re just getting started. To them, twenty years at home seems nothing when compared to the probable fifty or sixty years remaining. But go to work, raise children, enjoy grandchildren and the fruits of our labors and—poof!—we find ourselves winding down, and then we find ourselves outside our bodies, between lives.
So, what is the point of these few short years lived on the great wheel of time? Is the free will granted us by our Maker the ultimate gift or a design flaw? Was the correcting mechanism (the experience gained by living many, many lifetimes) built in or added later? According to screenwriters, some angels envy us our free will. Could we blame them if they did? We fashion our own lives!
We humans struggle a great deal to remember who we are (light) and where we come from (the light). Maybe our short life spans are a blessing. If we get stuck running like a hamster on his wheel and forget we are born to love and to serve Love and one another, and to be caretakers of our planet, we will be reborn, to start again the noble quest of self-realization.